Wordless my inferior stance yells to be heard
Wheeling the throe of malice to infuriate
The thwarted truth to expose itself, as deterred
  Blows, cower the truth in drier misstate

Justifying tears that cascade the willowed floor
Dwelling my eyes to Illusions in a bid to recall blissful memories,    
Thus allowing my heart’s pleas to implore
The day after tomorrow to pacify my tearful cries    

Wandering the pits of my darkened incarceration
My voice threatened to silence, by my bleeding furrows,
As my life thwarts forward, perplexed by the sanguine
Moat that had been conceived by those endless blows

Dealing my words, to the fatalities dwelling in fear,
Fear no more for as long as you have a voice there will be an ear to hear